M-ake much of your faith,
E-agerly hold the light;
A-s the darkness is all over,
N-ever hide behind the
N-ight.
M-ake much of your hope,
A-s the sadness shows the gray;
R-emain firm and steadfast,
T-o see the break of day.
I-n the midst of cruel world,
N-ever ignore the Lord God above;
E-arly eighth of September,
Z-ealously make much of your love.
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